In the morning, I awoke with an idea. Probably a terrible idea, given my track record with Zim, but I figured it was worth a shot. In the weak morning light, I glanced at Zim. He was still sleeping peacefully, a little bit of drool dripping down his chin. Seeing him wearing my clothing was a little strange, but to my surprise I found that he actually looked good in my colors. I really hadn't seen him wear any color other than his neon pinkish purple uniform.
Zim looked… happy. The corners of his mouth were quirked up into a smile, and his antennas twitched slightly as I moved to face him. It seemed like his burns were scabbing up nicely, although I was a little worried about them getting infected.
I jumped a little when Zim opened his eyes. "Z-Zim! I didn't… did I wake you?"
"Zim does not know. I do not normally sleep like… like I just did. I feel… mahhh…" He closed his eyes and smiled, rubbing his cheek against the fabric of the pillow.
"How are your burn